Whistlebinkie laughed softly.
"Yes," said the Unwiseman, "that's what he said. 'Mr. Unwiseman,' said he, 'after reading your poetry, it seems to me your forte is prose.' And I told him perhaps he was right, though I didn't know what he meant. At any rate, he was very good to me, and asked me where I lived, and all that. When I told him that I lived everywhere; how I just moved my house around to suit myself, and lived one day here and another day in Illinois, and another in Kamschatka, he grew interested at once."
"I should think he might," put in Mollie. "I didn't know you could move as far as Kamschatka."
"Certainly I can," said the Unwiseman; "and in a way that is what I am going to do. I have been engaged to travel in various parts of the world just by moving my house around at will, and what I see and do under such circumstances I am to write up for that editor's paper."
"Why it's perfectly splendid!" cried Mollie, clapping her hands together with glee at the very idea. "I wish I could go with you."
"Me too!" whistled Whistlebinkie.
"Woof—woof!" barked Gyp, which the Unwiseman took to mean that Gyp wished also to be included.
"All right," said the Unwiseman. "I've no objection."
"I don't know what they'd say at home," said Mollie, as she thought of possible objections to the trip.
"Why they won't say anything," said the Unwiseman. "I'll only travel afternoons. We'll be back every day by six o'clock, and I don't suppose we'll start much before three. This house is a rapid traveller once she gets started. Just wait a minute and I'll show you. Sit tight in your chairs now. One—two—three—let her go!"